Lincy's behavior didn't surprise me at all.
At first, she barely spared Lewis a glance. To her, he was a man with a weakness. Someone imperfect. Someone not worth chasing.
But the moment she learned who he really was what he held, what he commanded, what kind of power followed him wherever he went everything changed.
Her gaze shifted overnight.
Suddenly, the flaw didn't matter anymore.
To Lincy and Monica, men weren't partners. They were prizes. And Lewis? He was rare.
That was why she showed up today dressed like this. Not for dinner. Not for family.
She came to stake a claim.
The scent she wore was heavy and sweet, sharp enough to fill the room the moment she stepped inside. It clung to the air like a challenge. When she slipped off her coat, the dress beneath clung just as tightly to her body. Every movement was deliberate. Every bend calculated.
She believed men were simple. That all it took was skin and perfume.
I didn't stop her.
I wanted to see what Lewis would do.
